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der nass nach Himmel riecht.
Sie nennt ihn Hoffnung.
Ich zweifle.

© anja millen

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treib mir die
liebe aus dem leib
die vergorene
die abgestandene
verwesend süße
die aus dem bette
zerwühlte
und die
abgelegte
auch

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*LucieG-Stock
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die Stille der Sterne
die mich durchdringt und
mir die Nacht erklärt.
Später,
wenn der Abgrund
unsere Lippen berührt,
können wir von Abschied flüstern.

Nun lass uns tanzen.

© anja millen

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Meine Seite ist
die abgewandte,
die schluchtenlose,
die ohne Stadt,
die sich in Endlosreigen
aus Gedärm
erbricht.
Ich warte
am gläsernen Grund,
am knöchernen Rest
an dem was uns
ausmachte,
bevor wir loszogen
zu sein.

© anja millen

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